At
the airport I access a Eugenist aspect. Despising anyone or anything that gets
in my way or slows my transit. My
anxiety turns further to hate, fellow passengers, delays boarding, disgusting
food that I have to eat as I am so hungry. I am registering as a Vegan on the
flight home. B A do the worst vegetarian food ever – hideous pasta in cream
sauce, some crazy bean salad in more sauce and sleezy lemon mouse. Probably a
weeks worth of fat with no pleasure at all. Not my kind of an investment frankly.
There are no good films on the plane, I watched A Dangerous Method, quite
bizarre how a film built around so many good reference points, Jung, Freud,
Cronenberg and Sadomasochism could end up being so dreary. A contributing
factor though was Kiera Knightly - not a sexy woman at all and the other bloke
was way hotter in Shame. Instead I find
myself listening to Kate Bush’s last album thinking she could have quit whilst
she was ahead. Plenty of turbulence along the way and I have to shut the window
screen because when I look down all I can see is Canada. I did not escape
Lancashire to die in Canada – this is definitely not happening.
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